Grapevine

Travel southbound by the Gulf of Mexico
The white sand underneath my toes
Just a poor fool trying to get back home
But that woman, she done left me broke

Counting the sand on the ground
Lost and I'll never be found
It has just occurred to me that I may never see
Your face
Again

The grapevine couldn't climb the wall
I woke to find that I haven't changed at all
Help me out, man
Help me get to a phone
He don't understand that I'm all alone

I'm counting the sand on the ground
Lost and I'll never be found
It has just occurred to me that I may never see
Your face
Again

I'm counting the sand on the ground
Lost and I'll never be found
It has just occurred to me that I may never see
Your face
Again

The nights' game is a loaded gun
The Days' ending is a setting sun



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Felsted
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